The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

The dream begins not with light, but with the smell of wet iron and the heavy, suffocating silence of a cellar that has been sealed for a hundred years. You are there, or rather, your mind is trapped there, pressing against the cold stone walls of a subterranean archive that feels less like a room and more like the inside of a ribcage, dark and breathing with the slow rhythm of dust settling....

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